So I was at the neighborhood DMV to obtain my driver’s license when my father angered the lady at the counter. Turns out she was the woman that had to administer the actual road test with me. We get into the vehicle and I thought I was doing pretty well, until she begins panicking? She tells me to stop the car, tells me I’m the most terrible driver. After scolding me, she orders I go back to the DMV. And the entire time she is on her phone. When we get there, there is a highway patrolman waiting. Gives me a sobriety test. Literally had to take a sobriety test when I tried to license. Fortunately I succeeded in one test that day.